Minutes later, Jake found himself at the door of a books room in the same inn.
He knocked on it and received a loud shout, "Get in."
Not taking any offense in the rude words, Jake walked into the room.
The room wasn't quite big like his. It was enough for just one person to live in, comfortable at that.
At least, the owner of the room won't have to pay the large number of coins Jake pays.
Jake stopped his thoughts from trailing further and focused on his mates waiting for him at the table to the left.
At the end of the small table was a tall and slim crooked man with olive skin. Jake knew it the same 'dainty' man that voice out those hose harsh words.
Eyeing him, Jake took his seat among the rest.
As she observed them, one of Jake's teammates teased the slim man, "Oooh! Archer, he doesn't like your words."
